"Listen, Garon." Te Reese bent down and said to her son, "I've decided to send you to kindergarten so that you won't bully your brother at home. He's scared of you now. What do you think of this decision?"
Garon nodded.
"Kindergarten? Is it the kindergarten in town? "
"Yes. Although you're still young, your father and I agree that you're qualified for school," Te Reese answered seriously.
"Jason is in primary school, right?" Garon suddenly changed the topic.
"Yes, it's also the primary school in town."
"Then I want to go to primary school too." Garon didn't want to play games with the kids in kindergarten all day long. It was an absolute waste of time for him.
"Primary school requires basic pre-school education. Do you know what pre-school education is? Also, you have to call Jason brother. "
"Is that so? That's a pity, but I still want to go to primary school. "Garon answered firmly. "Haven't I already completed pre-school education?"
"Two-year-olds aren't allowed to go to primary school. You're too young, my dear." Te Reese felt that it was difficult to talk to her son.
"Is there a national law that says two-year-olds can't go to primary school?" Garon asked.
"Where did you hear the national law?" Te Reese felt a headache coming on. "Although you can speak very well now, you still have to build a foundation for basic art, music, mathematics, and language."
"Like Jason?"
"Like Jason."
"But I always beat him until he cries. He's too weak."
"…" Te Reese took a deep breath. "My dear, there are some things that can't be explained by pure fists."
"But those things have no effect on me beating him."
Garon answered calmly.
"Oh my god …" Te Reese felt like she was going crazy. As a psychologist, she couldn't understand her son's mental state at all.
"Mom, what do you think of my suggestion? You have to have confidence in your son. "
The result of the conversation was that Te Reese fled the room.
She didn't know how to convince her son. Perhaps she had to use some tricks on her precocious son to let him know that muscles didn't decide everything.
"He doesn't look like he's two years old, but more like he's five or six years old! Thomas, I don't know how to educate our son anymore … "
Te Reese's voice came faintly from outside the room.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I told you our son is a genius." The father, Emma, was very proud.
Garon shook his head helplessly. He walked to the bookshelf and picked up a book to read.
"Hey, Garon!" It was unknown when Jason had run in again, waving a white inflatable stick, looking very arrogant.
"This time, I'll make you cry!" Jason shouted arrogantly.
Garon glanced at him, put down his book, and walked up.
Left hook, a hook to the lower abdomen!
Bang!!
"Mom!!" Jason threw down the plastic stick and ran out of the room in tears.
Garon returned to the bookshelf and continued reading.
After this incident, Garon was once again dragged by his father to do ideological education. Half an hour of non-repetitive ideological discussion was his father, Emma's unique skill, and it was also a non-violent education method that he was proud of.
But for Garon, this method of education wasn't very effective.
Garon was indeed listening very seriously. It was very clear from the way he nodded his head, but the actual effect was worrying. After listening, what to do was still the same …
Such a peaceful life passed day by day.
In the end, Garon was sent to kindergarten, together with the neighbor's little Serin, to the kindergarten in town. The reason was that as a human, a social creature, not interacting with people of the same age would cause a lot of problems. Garon still agreed, although little Serin obviously wasn't old enough to go to kindergarten …
*****
The kindergarten was on the west side of town near the suburbs. It was only three hundred meters away from Garon's house, it was a colorful house among many grey manors.
The white exterior was painted with pictures of red strawberries, apples, yellow bananas, and pineapples, surrounded by a small wall. Inside the wall were light yellow slides, swings, rockers, and other toys for children.
It was a spacious classroom with white walls, a black blackboard, and three bright square windows on the left.
There were three long tables in the middle of the classroom. They were all reddish-brown in color, coated with a smooth gum, and the sharp edges were covered with a soft rubber layer.
A ponytailed woman in a red tracksuit was raising her hands, imitating a cat and singing. Even though she was in her thirties, this action still looked very young.
"Every day is Kitty's birthday, she can eat fish every day."
"Kitty likes to catch mice, and wool balls are her favorite."
"She can jump, run, climb trees, and she's also very good at swimming."
"She's cute and knows how to meow, Kitty is everyone's best friend."
Every time the teacher sang a line, more than ten children in the classroom would sing a line. It was quite noisy, but the children's voices were very childish, so it sounded good.
"Yes, this is music class." Garon sat at the end of the long table by the window, and looked at the swaying leaves outside the window.
Under the bright morning sun, the sycamore tree in the kindergarten was falling yellow leaves. There was a thick layer of leaves under the tree, and the cleaner was cleaning the fallen leaves to prevent caterpillars from stinging the children.
This was two months after he entered kindergarten, and it was very boring.
He was considering whether to show his genius side, so that he could avoid the terrible torture of being surrounded by children.
"Eeleen! Eeleen Colt! "The teacher shouted again.
This happened every day, this little girl called Eeleen Colt would be called out by the teacher in public for sleeping in class.
Garen turned around and glanced at the little girl with two ponytails who stood up. Her big, watery eyes were black, and her skin was yellow, not white. Her skin was soft and supple, and her face was full of baby fat. She looked quite cute, but at this moment, she stood up with an aggrieved expression, as if she was about to cry.
"Teacher … I was careless … I'm sorry …"
Eeleen apologized softly.
The teacher could only scold her a little, after all, children of this age would cry if they were not careful, of course, there were some exceptions.
"Garon, Garon!" A little guy beside Garon was shouting softly, "Do you know why birds can fly?"
"Because they have fur."
"Really? They can fly because they have fur? But my dad has a lot of fur too, why can't he fly? "
"Because his fur doesn't grow in the right place."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, that's right, Serin, you can go back and ask your dad." Garon said seriously to his little friend.
"Oh …"
The class ended quickly, and then it was the math class.
"Garon, give us a demonstration, what's 2 plus 5?" The math teacher was a bespectacled little girl in her twenties, wearing a white t-shirt and a gray knee-length skirt. She had a long ponytail, and looked very honest.
Garon instantly became the focus of more than ten children, he helplessly threw away the paintbrush he was using to kill time, and walked up to the blackboard.
Autumn had arrived, he was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater, looking as if his whole body was wrapped in the sweater, and it was very cute.
He picked up the chalk and wrote down the answer to 7, Garon did not say a word, and turned around to leave the podium.
"Did everyone see that? It's 7! 2 plus 5 equals 7! That's great, everyone give our little friend Garon a round of applause! "The teacher happily clapped loudly.
Instantly, a round of enthusiastic applause sounded.
Sigh …
Garon let out a long sigh, how much longer would he have to live like this …
He felt that the chill in his heart was getting heavier and heavier, but he didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, he felt very comfortable. That kind of icy cold feeling was like eating a cold watermelon when you were extremely hot and your mouth was dry. It was extraordinarily comfortable.
However, although he had successfully cultivated the Heart of Frost, the process of modification caused Garon's body temperature to be slightly lower than the average child's, and this modification seemed to have affected his facial features and body development.
His small body was growing more and more androgynous, sometimes it was hard to tell if he was a little boy or a little girl.
However, Garon did not mind this, children all looked the same when they were young, it was easy for them to dress up as boys and girls.
The kindergarten's subjects were nature, social studies, math, language, art, and music. A class of twenty minutes was quickly over, and then it was all kinds of fun, sometimes the teacher even brought them along to play, to play on the slide outside, to play house, and so on.
Whenever this happened, Garon would always be quietly drawing at the side, his loyal fan and little friend Serin would always be by his side, consciously imitating Garon's actions.
Crayons, watercolors, and the like were unusually nimble in Garon's hands.
He was actually not good at drawing, plus there were some distortions on purpose to avoid shocking the world, so although the things he drew looked complete, they were still a little careless and childish.
Houses, the sun on the hillside, birds, watchdogs, and so on, he drew all kinds of things, but no one could tell that he was secretly testing out the degree of modification of the Heart of Frost.
With the modification of the Heart of Frost, Garon only needed to think about it, to be able to gather traces of chill, and to cover the area around his fingers. This kind of chill could at most reduce the temperature of his fingers by ten degrees, just a little colder on the skin of his fingers, and nothing else. However, Garon treated it as training to evenly release his strength, and at the same time during the release process, he quietly felt and analyzed the source of this strength.
Kindergarten life was boring, other than the daily practice of secret techniques, it was all kinds of boring, playing games with the children and teachers, and not being able to show off his genius …
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
